Mirror’s Edge

Jordan's view point

I've got a new home now. The cartons are still stashed somewhere in one corner, and the fastest attention grabber is the big mirror wedged against the wall of my bedroom.

It looks enormous just leaning against the wall; soon, I’ll watch myself touch myself through this very mirror. My heart beats up a little; I have waited for this: a singular act of claiming this space as my own, truly seeing myself as I am- a trans man in love with his body. No distractions.

So, I close the door, dim the lights, and let in just enough of the lamp light to see everything in the mirror. And so just stand there in my jeans and t-shirt staring at myself; my short hair, my shoulders, my flat chest from surgery. Deep breath; down came the first t-shirt that landed on the ground.

Goosebumps seemed to suddenly pop up with the chill outside air bathing my skin. I unbutton my jeans and kicked them off. The last piece to shed is the boxers, and my dick twitches as they slide down. Now I'm naked, just standing there watching myself.

My dick hangs soft, with my balls below. I run my hands over my chest, feeling the smooth scars from surgery. This is me, Jordan, a trans guy owning his body. I turn to the side, checking out my hips and thighs. It all feels right. I wanna feel everything, touch every part until I explode.

I sit on the bed in front of the mirror and open my legs, so I can see everything. It makes me hard to see myself that way: open and bare with my asshole staring back at me. I grab my cock with my right hand and squeeze. It gets thicker in my hand as I stroke. The head pops out, pink and sensitive. I watch my hand move in the mirror, feeling the veins under my fingers. A drop of precum comes out, and I rub it around with my thumb to make it slicker.

My left hand goes down my stomach to my balls. They get tighter as my dick gets hard, sticking straight out, and I hold them, rolling them around. I stroke faster, watching it bob in the mirror. Heat builds up, a warm ache that goes up my spine. I would like to see my ass better.

I want more. I take out the bottle of lube from the nightstand. It is a small clear bottle. I pop a few drops and start rubbing it between my fingers, and at its first touch, it feels cool. I bring my hand down again and stroke it. My right hand continues to rub my dick, only much slower now. On my left, I slide a finger down to my tight asshole. I press against it, feeling it resist a bit, then give. I push in just the tip. The lube makes it easy.

It is the essence of what it feels like, fullness, a stretch that makes my dick jump. My finger goes inside my ass, and my cheeks spread apart. I push my finger deeper and then up to the second knuckle. It's warm and tight inside, gripping my finger. I curl it around, looking for that spot. When I find it, I get a jolt that makes my toes curl. I stroke my dick harder, matching my finger going in and out.

Sweat starts to form on my forehead. I add another finger to it, opening myself up more. My ass clenches as I pump, the lube making wet sounds in the quiet room. I can see my face in the mirror, flushed, mouth open. Apart from that, my hard dick was dripping with pre-cum, making the strokes of my hand slicker.

I've slowed down now. I draw my fingers almost all the way out before thrusting back in. Each thrust hits my a certain spot again, and sparks fly through me in every hit as my cock tighten. My hand felt a bit sore even though I was no where close to cumming yet. I switched hands, slowly pumping with renewed energy. This grip feels another kind, tighter, and I moan looking at the mirror, I saw my fingers buried in my ass, the other hand going wild on my dick.

I feel myself running out of breath. I straighten my body; one hand is grasping my dick while another is groping my ass,lifting a cheek up as air gently reaches my asshole. The standing position makes it more penetrative. I bend my knees a little, like I was about to take a shit, pushing back in my fingers. Three fingers now are stretching me open further. The fullness makes me dizzy, with my dick pulsing but my focus on my ass. I grab it again for a better stroke but stopped that soon as I used the hand to spank my ass.

I turn to the side, watching my ass bounce as I finger myself, my dick swinging. I watch my muscles tense me up, my body moving in this way, very powerful.

I could feel the familiar waves of orgasm in my stomach.

I drop back on the bed, legs up and spread, so I can still see the mirror. My fingers go in and out of my ass, fast, the lube squelching, making wet noises that only added to my lust. My dick rests against my stomach, the head swollen; pressure continues to build. I finger harder and hit that spot. My balls are tight and ready to go.

Everything hit me at once. My ass slammed shut around my fingers. My cock twitched and cum shot out of my cock, hitting my chest, warm and sticky. I kept on stroking, and opened my mouth and put my tongue out , hoping some of the cum reaches my tongue so I can taste myself. After stroking for what seemed like eternity, the orgasm wore off and I removed my fingers from my ass,pushing them inside my mouth to taste myself.

I sit up straight , gazing into the mirror as I sucked on my fingers, scooped up cum on my chest and stomach to suck on them again.

“Let’s go again.” I mumbled to my dick which was now going limp.